| Yeah, I can tell you where I been at but ain’t no telling where I’m going
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| Fuck up on a day to day, put it in a song
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| You know they gon' hate it anyway, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone
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| It’s stressing me, I’ve got ties that got me tied up, they’re stretching me
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| Clothes on a line, a closed mind is not a threat to me
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| I smoke weed to keep the peace, peep the recipe
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| Wrestle with mind and only mine, my therapy
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| Do mine thoroughly, never mind my obscurity
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| They won’t bury me, fuck’um all, Ron Jeremy
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| I won’t fail, I won’t fail, my mind free if I’m locked in a jail
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| Prison taking brothers, daddies having daughters
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| But daddy beefin' with mama
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| Daughter had to see how her daddy beat on her mama
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| Neighbors call policemen, now daddy bleed on the sidewalk
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| But daddy needed some agua, but now he leak on the sidewalk
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| Now daughter got no daddy but baby got her mama
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| Now that’s her only family
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| If I shed a tear tonight, maybe I could get another chance
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| To show that I could turn a wrong to right, you don’t ever see it
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| They don’t ever see a nigga when he down for life
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| If I come around, ain’t nobody tryin' to claim me
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| Once I get it all it’s a fuck a nigga pay me shit
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| Either way I do it they gon' hate me shit
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| I could tell you where I been at but ain’t no telling where I’m going
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| Fuck up on a day to day, put it in a song
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| You know they gon' hate it anyway, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| (I can tell you where I been at but ain’t no telling where I’m going)
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| (I can tell you where I been at but ain’t no telling where I’m going)
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| (I can tell you where I been at but ain’t no telling where I’m going)
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| (I can tell you where I been at but ain’t no telling where I’m going)
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| And I’m putting in hours, trying to see power like bee’s see flowers
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| Out in BC doing shows, dipping out of different hoes
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| Time zone, my zone, mind gone, mind on mine and mine only
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| Try and I’ll fire on — you with a firearm
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| I light this fire up, then write me a fire song
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| Higher than nepotism hires and church songs inspired hymns
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| Bad times inspired him
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| What’s wrong with my mental health?
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| Demons live inside of him, demons live inside
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| Black boy, I ain’t had no help
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| So I won’t help nobody then I’m focused on mine, gone
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| (Gone, gone)
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone
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| They don’t love you until you’re gone, they don’t love you until you’re gone |